Continues from Slave Tales: The Hunt (XXIII)
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His cock was only inches from my face. It was dark, fully erect and dripping. I was close enough to see the veins surging with blood and life.
It seemed to be commanding me. Obey me. Unleash me. Free me.
A hand gripped my neck. The Tormentrix. She whispered something in my ear but I could barely make it out for the shouts of the impatient slave hunters behind me.
At her command they became silent.
Her fingers squeezed tightly around my neck and it began.
Her hand slowly but firmly pushed my head towards the dripping rim of the upraised cock. I opened my mouth to receive it. The tip graced my lips and I licked and then pulled on it tenderly, sucking out more of the juice. It was warm and tickled as it ran over my tongue. I swallowed some and then pressed my lips around the trunk, gently flicking my tongue under the head, squeezing it softly, sucking on it like a contented infant at its mother’s nipple.
Gods, I love cock. I really do. I always have. The bittersweet taste of it. The way it fills my mouth; it’s so big – even the smaller ones feel enormous. I love sucking on the smooth soft skin tightly wrapped around the flexed bonelike muscle. Savoring its juices. Drawing the trunk into me. Deeper now. I relax my throat, relishing its precious, potent vitality as it penetrates me and comes to life within me.
And I adore the way his whole body responds to me. He writhes and stretches and his muscles flex and tighten. He clenches his fists, tensing and then relaxing as the pleasure begins to engulf him. Then he starts to lose control. He cries out. Gasping. He wants to come right now but he also wants it to go on forever. He wants it all. Now. But oh how much longer can he stand it?
That’s why he needs me. Yes. I will lead you there my darling. Follow me. My gentle caresses will lead you there. Come now. Come with me…
I draw it deeper. I press my tongue against the underside; there’s a thin line of skin there. I lick it. Very gently. Lovingly. Barely touching. So tender. Carefully now. Gently does it. Savour it. Not too fast.
I lean in and bob my head. I suck harder on it now, pulling more hungrily on the trunk. Then I push back on it, wringing the tip, compressing it. Squeezing it. Oh it’s a juicy one. It’s so hard. Come for me, boy. Let me drink you dry. I want you so bad. I need you. Mmmm. Nourish me with your creamy seed…
You want it so bad don’t you? Yessss. Moan for me a little now. Plead me. Is that good? Are you begging me? I want to hear how much you want it. How much you need it.
What would you give me to release you now?
There. Listen. He cried out.
What was that you said? But you must wait my darling. I like you here. Exactly as you are. Linger there for me. Yes. Are you singing for me? I can’t hear you. A little more. Mmmm. How sweet you taste. How potent you are. So manly. Keep nothing from me, my darling. I want it all. Everything. Mine. Naked. Glorious. Fucking me. All of you. Fucking me hard.
Gods, I can’t bear it. I want to fuck. Now…now… now…
Suddenly the hand pulled me back by my hair.
There was a pause. I gasped and caught my breath.
A shout. Then a noise. A swishing sound and then the unmistakable crack of leather on bare ass. I opened my eyes and looked up as his body jolted forward. He grunted and pulled on the restraints.
Another crack. Then again.
They were whipping him.
Were they punishing him?
There were cheers and laughter from behind me. No. Just playing with him.
I watched him as he writhed under the whip. He yanked vainly at the restraints and his pelvis thrust forward from the force of the blows. His cock, immense, wild and monstrous swung wildly in the air as if grasping for sanctuary.
I was entranced. Oh whip him. Please. Yes. He’s so beautiful. Whip him and make him prove himself for me. Prepare him. Make him earn me. He must be worthy of me. Whip him whip him…
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Yes. Harder. Much harder. That’s it. Come to me my proud man cock. Heaven awaits you here. Deep inside my sex. My cunt will be your sanctuary and your reward.
Gods I was wild for him.
Just then he opened his eyes. For a moment he looked down at me and I glimpsed something in him. It was something powerful and incorruptible. They would not break him. He wanted it. The whip. He desired it as he desired me.
And exactly as I desired him.
Suddenly I knew this moment was meant to be. We were one and the the same. Lovers of danger and the dark and the wild eternal night.
Pain and pleasure. We understood it. The beauty of it. The whip brought life. Just as much as the cock or the cunt. This was now and he was living the moment with an intensity that burnt him like fire.
I wanted him so much. I even wanted to be whipped with him. I wanted to be whipped with his cock pumping inside me, pounding me, both of us coming together as the lashes set our souls aflame.
Gods please. Give him to me.
My mouth was once more pushed forward onto the trunk of the cock. They continued flogging him and each time the whip fell on his back and ass his body jerked and his sabre like cock propelled itself even further into me.
The Tormentrix pushed my head all the way on to the cock with my bottom lip pressing right up against the cord tied around his balls. She held it there for a few moments. I couldn’t move. The head of the cock was ramming into me all the way down my throat.
I did not gag. It is not difficult for me now but at the slave seminary it took me weeks of constant training with the confessors before I could take a man so deeply as this and feel the immense pleasure of it.
I closed my eyes and let myself be consumed by the pounding cock. I relaxed my body and completely cleared my mind. All I could feel was his cock beating inside me. I became totally passive. A mere object for him. Not even that. I was nothing. A zero. A hole for his cock. No more. No less.
I heard him cry out. That precious beautiful cry in which pain and pleasure mingle and become indistinguishable. Gods it was magnificent. His voice was deep, resonant, mellifluous. Yes sing for me. Sing, my darling. Sing to me of your pain and suffering. Sing to me of your sex. Your beauty. Your soul. Sing! Sing for me now!
The hand pulled me back again. As I gasped for air I could hear him shouting.
He was writhing at the ropes, begging, pleading.
I heard mocking laughter behind me.
But he wants for me. Please, let him have me. He must have me.
With a quick brusque movement, the hand pushed me back onto the cock and then let go.
I was free. Permission given. I quickly put my arms around his ass and dug my fingers in very hard to get a good grip. He was like a runaway horse and his galloping sex was hurtling upon me at a pace that was dizzying and terrifying.
I slid my fingers between the crack of his ass, pushed up against the rear of his balls and poked into his hole. With my other hand I squeezed hard on the trunk but I could barely keep a grip on him. His legs were kicking wildly at the restraints and his whole body was writhing, contorted by his own lust.
He was no longer a man. He was a beast. A glorious animal.
And he was all mine.
Suddenly I felt something brush against my sex. It probed me a moment, entered, and penetrated me fully. Yes. It tore into me. Deep inside me. The Tormentrix? A hunter? Another cock? Ravenous and hard it drilled into me, claimed my bud and stole ownership of me.
A flash. Blinding light. I felt a kind of implosion. All the air seemed to have been sucked out of me. Around us everything stopped still. Nothing. Silence. Blackness. There was only us. Nothing else. Just us. All that was not us had ceased to exist. We were the only life in an empty universe. No hunters, no masters, no slaves – only us. The universe had shrunk and condensed to the fiery sun of a beautiful hungry cock raging inside me. It filled me with all the life and warmth I needed. I devoured it as if my life depended on it, consuming it ravenously, sucking on it, drawing every single last drop of its goodness into me.
All at once came an immense peal of thunder. As if something enormous was tearing. Then the heavens opened and it rained. Gods did it rain. Gorgeous hot rain, delicious golden cum rain, pouring down onto my naked body with my arms raised up high, reaching for him, begging for his cock, begging for heaven itself.
I cried out as the rain fell deliciously all over my naked body and a million tingling feather light droplets of unbearable bliss danced freely upon my skin. Blessed and glorious, warm and purging, I laughed as they fell over my face and tickled my arms and ran down my breasts and over my nipples. They drenched my cunt and I drowned in a flood of violent pounding currents.
I looked up to the heavens. I saw his face. Eyes closed. Smiling. Beatific
And utterly, utterly beautiful.
And around him I saw all the stars of the night sky. Millions of them. Tiny glowing suns. They were shimmering, sparkling, laughing with us in waves of delighted merriment. And utterly transfixed by the immense and infinite beauty of it all, I joined in their laughter.
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In time the earth calls me once more. Around me the forest is alive. I can feel it. Hear it breathe. It has always been here. This is my home. She is my mother.
I hear thunder. No. An explosion. A whistling sound followed by hissing and crackling. I open my eyes. The trees on my left are on fire. I hear shouts. Two white horses gallop past me and disappear into the woods. Who freed the horses? Are we under attack? I turn around. The hunters are running every which way. The Tormentrix is nowhere to be seen. I look for Melody, my precious slave-sister. Where is she? I sit up. The whole camp seems to be in flames. Burning leaves rain down from above A branch falls with a heavy thud only a few feet from me. Gods, what is happening?
Ah there she is. Tied to a post. She is pulling at the ropes. She looks so frightened. My darling Melody. I have to free her. I try to stand up
A panicked horse runs past me. It misses me by a few inches. I put my arms around the slave’s waist to steady myself. His eyes are closed, oblivious. His cock is still dripping and his thighs are wet with seed. I look down at my breasts. I’m covered in it too.
His seed. I am soaked in it.
Suddenly, I catch a movement in the trees in front of me. A man. He is coming towards me. Muscular and golden tanned, he is wearing only a short loin cloth and is carrying a knife. I recognize him.
It’s the riverman.
He is striding towards me, his eyes fixed, staring directly at me..
He is raising his knife…
Continues Slave Tales: The Hunt (XXV) – “Birdsong”